Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
Pulsallama,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Qualms,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.